I can't give you my hand in marriage.
I, accidently, lost my ring hand in a car crash.
Since I accidently took the wrong hormones,
I can't stop growing a man's mustache.
As much I surely would love to,
I can never love you with all my heart.
You see, recently, I traded my broken one in
For one donated by distant cousin Art.
All I can say is I'll love you blindly.
And I'll try to my best to see more good in you.
But since I don't have a leg to stand on,
I can't be choosey when chancing to say, "I do."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem